I am dreaming about familiar voices,
dreaming about blood red eyes,
seems there are no more choices,
Im with the Vampires.
I really dreamt about it a long time before,
When I woke up, I imagined a stroll around the shore,
I bought the book in the nearest store,
When I read it I thirst for more.
It seems like I have this obsession,
like other people, Im no longer immune to addiction,
I believed that twilight is no longer fiction,
For my eyes search for Edward's perfection.
Maybe I dreamt about it for too long,
as I write this I thought of a song,
a song which begins with a line, "It isnt wrong"
and ends with the perfect tune which says, "to be in the place where I belong" ...